I repeated the word "anguish" to myself a few times, but the meaning remained somehow out of reach, as if it were an unfamiliar philosophical term.
Her words cause me particular concern, not to say pain and anguish, because I myself come from Birmingham, and since I remain strongly attached to the city where I grew up, I cannot share the negative opinion expressed in Emma.
I was completely unprepared for the anguish I found myself in.
His sentiment was and is not interesting again, most of the internet this week has been going absolutely batshit over the idea that an expertly pas de deux is not a type of foreplay so much as it echoed a particular sort of anguish that I myself have been feeling this week.
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But I also could see, in my anguish, I could make myself sick, give myself a Messiah complex.
I allowed myself the anguish of the moment when Cathy was playing my piano, and after that I vowed, not entirely successfully, to refuse more self-punishment.
Not my plan, obviously, but a plan that encompasses me, my color, my anguish, the anger at myself at those times when it seems that I do nothing but stand by and watch — not only strangers dying in the news, but mother, father, siblings, nephews, nieces ground down, overwhelmed, overcome.
—and felt in myself forever the anguish of understanding.
The worst relationship, almost catapulting me into the broken physical and mental state of anguish I had now found myself in.
